Chapter 46 Burnt Bridges
Wyatt ignored Paulpletely. He reached for his cane with some effort, <b>then </b>helped Yunice to her feet.
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She clutched her head, dizzy and unsteady. The two of them looked just as battered–only by leaning on each other could they stay upright.
With one arm wrapped around her waist, Wyatt frowned and said in a low voice, “Come with me.”
Staggering and limping, the two of them made their way forward as Paul took his beating in silence.
He shielded his head with both hands, but his eyes stayed fixed on Yunice’s back, burning with resentment.
He couldn’t <b>understand </b>it. Why was Yunice leaving with that cripple? <i>Why </i>had she taken the hit for Wyatt? She used to shield him
from harm…
Did she really fall for Wyatt
They’d spent eighteen years side by side. How could she fall for someone else so easily?
By the <b>time </b>Wyatt and Yunice reached their room, she was half–unconscious.
<b>Jordan </b>came running over, shocked. “What happened to her!”
Still holding Yunice up, Wyatt swiped the keycard with his free hand and <b>said</b>, “Get the doctor.”
Then he nudged the door open with his cane, <b>his </b>whole body straining to support her weight.
Jordan hesitated. “You sure you’ve got her?”
Wyatt turned back. “Why are you still here? Go get the director. Him personally.”
jordan <b>gave </b>up trying to help. “Fine.”
Only after he left did Wyatt get Yunice onto the bed.
Her face was flushed, and her breathing fast. Wyatt sat beside her and touched her forehead.
She was burning <b>hot</b>.
He remembered the ginger soup she hadn’t gotten a chance to drink. She must’ve already beening down with something–yet she still held it together long enough to save Madam <b>Johnson</b>.
Wyatt’s thoughts twisted into <b>knots </b>as he slipped off her shoes and tucked the <b>nket </b>around her.
When Director Jake arrived to examine Yunice, Wyatt stepped out to talk with Jordan in the hallway.
Jordan looked uneasy. “<b>Paul </b>took <b>a </b>real <b>beating</b><b>. </b>Someone from the Powell family came to <b>pick </b>him up.” Wyatt still <b>hadn’t </b>calmed down. If anything, he <b>thought </b>Paul got off too easy.
<b>Jordan </b>offered a suggestion. “Wyatt, maybe fake some injuries yourself. Otherwise, the Powell family”
The Powell patriarch was fiercely protective of his bloodline. Paul was <b>his </b>only direct heir, and he’d made it clear that all family assets would eventually be handed down to him.
Wyatt might’ve been Paul’s uncle in name, but in that family, he was never wee.
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Chapter 46 Burnt Bridges
Jordan knew better than to push it. He let the subject drop.
Over an hour passed before <b>Jake </b>finally came out of the room. “Wyatt.”
Both men looked at him<b>. </b>
<b>Jake </b>nced at Wyatt–he’d been standing the whole time?
Wyatt’s eyes grew impatient, so Jake cleared his thoughts <b>and </b>began his report. “Ms. Saunders has a high fever from catching a chill. But I also found several untreated internal injuries. Honestly, they look like signs of long–term abuse.”
Jake’s voice hardened. At this point, he’d gained a lot of respect for Yunice–and the idea of her being mistreated genuinely pissed <b>him </b>off.
“Abuse?” Jordan looked skeptical. “I’ve dealt with the Saunders family before. They spoil her rotten. I even brought gifts for her on Owen’s behalf when I went to Ennd.”
Jake shot back, “Then where did all the injuriese from?”
Jake
He was certain–someone had abused her.
Wyatt remained silent, eyes distant, cold.
Jordan was still thinking it through. “I heard she was in a psych hospital for a while, but the Saunders family probably pulled strings. No <b>way </b>they’d let her be bullied. Maybe the injuries came from something else.”
He looked at Wyatt. “<b>Want </b>me to investigate?”
Wyatt didn’t answer the question. Instead, he asked Jake, “Can she recover?”
Jake understood he was asking about Yunice. “With rest and care, yes.”
Wyatt crushed his cigarette against the cobblestone. His voice turned dry and sharp. “Madam Johnson was at death’s door, and Morgan already went ahead to clear the path?”
Jordan blinked. What? Weren’t they just talking about Yunice? Why bring up Morgan now?
Jake suddenly smacked his forehead. “No one’s keeping watch over Madam Johnson. Mr. Conrad, maybe <b>send </b>someone to fetch Mr Johnson.”
Morgan was her biological grandson. He had time–he should’ve been here.
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